It was given to me some years back — I don't think I would have ever picked it up, let alone bought it. But now that I own it, I'm quite fond of the strangeness of the prayers contained within it's pages.
By strangeness I mean the utter honesty, brokenness and humility in every one of them.
I always like to think of my own prayers as honest and humble, but in comparison they seem shallow and selfcentered.
Here is one I read today. It is called "Yet I Sin"
Eternal Father,Pretty amazing, eh?
Thou art good beyond all thought, but I am vile, wreched, miserable, blind;
my lips are ready to confess, but my hear is slow to feel and my ways reluctant to amend.
I bring my soul to Thee; break it, wound it, bend it, mould it.
Unmask to me sin's deformity that I may hate it, anhor it, flee from it.
My faculties have been a wepon of revolt against Thee:
as a rebel I have misused my strenght, and served the foul adversary of Thy
kingdom.
Give me grace to bewail my insensate folly, grant me to know that the way of transgressors is hard, that evil paths are wretched paths, that to depart from Thee is to lose all good.
I have seen purity and beauty of Thy perfect law, the happiness of those in whose heart it reigns, the calm dignity of the walk to which it calls,
yet I daily violate and contemn its precepts.
Thy loving Spirit strives within me, brings me Scripture warnings, speaks in stratling providences, allures by secret whispers,
yet I choose devices and desires to my own hurt, impiously resent, grieve and provoke Him to abandon me.
All these sins I mourn, lament and cry pardon.
Work in me more profound and abiding repentance; give me the fullness of a godly giref, that trembles and fears, yet ever trusts and loves, which is ever powerfull and
confident;
grant that through the tears and repentance I may see more clearly the brightness and glories of the saving cross.